Patrick Dempsey as Derek Shepherd
GREY'S ANATOMY | 9.22
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Now it’s this gremlin’s turn to be six!!!! She’s the stinkiest littlest most chaotic-ist birthday girl ever.
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I actually enjoy Bruce Wayne as a character a lot, and while I love expounding at length about his flaws and failures, I also like it when he's portrayed as a likeable person.
This might come as a surprise because I'm such a hater about him constantly. But I only act that way because too many people hold up a picture of him being nice to a random child and then say, "Does THIS look like an abuser to you? 🥺"
Which makes me want to bite something—because, you thoughtless ass, that's not how abuse works.
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life is sad but then you have to remember shawn spencer is played by a Mexican man and doesn’t that make things just a little bit more okay..
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Based on two drawing challenges I found on Twitter:
⚠️ In the first one they are not comfort characters, I took the topic as free.
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i decided to play just a tiny bit of my Inquisitor-as-Tav game I had lined up, and I just.... god, i love this old man
he looks so tired, and kindly, and he's a good head taller than everyone
Lae'zel is so damn tiny next to him, I think he needs to pat her head very sweetly (and then succeed a DC18 dex save to avoid getting his fingers bitten off) (it'll be worth it though, maybe it'll calm her down)
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After being cooked alive in my flat for a week, struggled to draw to anything. I've produced something..
A Park&Recs meme when Travis 100% punched the flauros.
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I swear I missed Georgia while at borzoi con. She didn’t miss me though, she was off being spoiled at grandpa camp as per usual.
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My goodness, that reunion with guard Kun made me laugh so hard. I was wondering if we can have him as a one night stand at the end of the chapter, it would be fun to finally see him have the MC 👀
You know anon, I hate to break it to you, but I am so Pro Guard-kun Suffering that if a one-night stand takes place between them, it'll have to be in your headcanon, because the idea of MC just ruthlessly continuing to manipulate, exploit, and boss around this thirsty-ass Vice Guard who finds himself somehow helpless to their charms despite the wildly inappropriate circumstances and corrupt power dynamics and their opposing positions/alliances and his new high rank is just so pathetically hilarious to me that I'm just never going to let him win. 😂😂 Loser Guard-kun stays taking those losses, the Hero of Haven has absolutely zero qualms about taking him for all he's worth and then merrily going their own way because they know he's not going to do a thing about it LOL
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Kamala: “My croisant, dropped”
Peter: “Miss Keisha, fucking dead”
America: “Road work, ahead”
Harley: “BBQ sauce, on my titties”
Tommy: “Shavacado, free”
Billy: “Hurricane Katrina, Hurricane Tortilla”
Tony:
Tony: “Everyone get out”
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doggone [WIP, scene scribble]
“These’re pretty…” Davey says quietly, more to himself than to anyone else. “You think my mama’d like these?”
It’s rare for him to need to ask for advice about his family – Davey likes to believe he’s an attentive enough son and brother to know what his family likes – but Jack’s such a fixture in his life now, it’s hard not to consider him family, too. And besides, there’s no one he’d trust more about flowers than Jack – the man practically breathes colour.
Jack pokes his head over Davey’s shoulder – as much as he can with the extra inches Davey has on him, something Davey will never not brag about – and hums in agreement before pressing a hand below Davey’s ribs, nudging at the divot in his waist to get them to keep moving. Davey rolls his eyes and swats him away, motioning for the florist to tie up three and passing her what she’s owed. Jack doesn’t complain, because again, it doesn’t matter, but he still shuffles impatiently on his feet, scanning his eyes over the bustle of the street. When the lunch crowd begins to swell, Davey jolts as Jack presses himself flush against Davey’s back (still with a hand around his waist that Davey just cannot seem to ignore) to nestle him between the flower displays, hunching his shoulders defensively whenever a passerby walks a bit too close to the two of them.
Davey tries not to groan and forces a smile at the florist as he takes his mother’s flowers.
It’s like walking a damn sheepdog.
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